2nd Go Around: Introducing a New Meadors!

Sorry for my lack of words lately - and the fact that I didn't finish my month of Thankfuls. Ooops.

Carrying on - Cory sent me a picture last Thursday of three black and tan dogs with the message "I have three surprises for you." These puppies looked to me like black and tan hound dog puppies. [Note: Several months ago Cory told me he wanted a black and tan coon dog, even though Cory has never been coon hunting. I return say, I want a lot of things but another dog in the house is not one of them.]

So after I get this text message of three puppies in the back of what appears to be Cory's truck, I immediately call him. Apparently he or a guy he works with (still not getting a clear story on that) picked these three puppies up off the side of the road on the railroad tracks. Cory said that his friend was planning to take them to Animal Control - which he knew that would get me! I of course say no, we will find homes for them!! I don't want those sweet puppies taken anywhere that they could be put to sleep if they are not claimed. I have a soft heart, I know. My first call was to Lori Carson who I asked to help me find homes for these puppies, I was not going to be keeping one. She of course said yes - but luckily we did not need her resources. Two guys that works with Cory offered to take two of the puppies. So one still needed to find a permanent home.....

This all changed Friday night when Cory came home with this long legged, black and tan, sweet and loving puppy. The puppy didn't know what to think about Hank and Goose - he barked and guarded me as they were going to get me. He loosened up as the night went on and after a good bath, he spent his first night in the kennel. After a bit of crying, he went to sleep and did well throughout the night.

Saturday, as I laid in bed with the stomach virus, the new puppy and Hank snuggled up to me to give me the extra love and attention I needed. I was hooked from that point forward. Cory and I decided to name him Banjo... and he is now part of the family. Sunday he spent most of his day outside ~~pestering~~ playing with Goose, finding dead mice, and getting into as much trouble as he possible could. I forgot how much work a puppy is. I was up at 11pm, 2am, and 5am with Banjo... I guess he is preparing me. All in all, he is doing well and adjusting to our family.

We now have a Hank, a Goose, and a Banjo. My goodness we are redneck.